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On the ride home Clark's mind was racing to figure out why he had not gotten hurt. He knew he was different but this was just crazy. His father said nothing the entire ride home. Which gave him more time to think. This was somewhat a bittersweet situation though; because while he enjoyed the opportunity to be able to figure out what his next move was, the wonder of why (beyond the obvious reasoning of the crash) his father seemed to despise Lex so much gnawed at his mind. He of course knew the Luthors had a big stake in Smallville and had bought out many farms in the area, but even the palpable idea of hating wealthy people who take what they want when they want it, did not sound like one that his father would have.
He decided he would jump one hurdle at a time. As Alli would always quote from Mabel Newcomber, "It is more important to know where you are going than to get there quickly." So he would handle the injury free car crash first. As he continued to try and figure out why what happened did, he found himself yearning for his best friend. She had always been good at this stuff and observed everything therefore knew all before anyone knew that she did. It had always made figuring out the many Smallvillian mysteries so much easier. His thoughts ended with the decision that he would call her the moment he got home. And worse comes to worse he would ask his parents.
As they pulled up to the farm, it looked as majestic as ever. The sun was just setting in the sky making the fields Clark and Alli spent most of their childhood years playing in shimmering in a gold/blue like way. The barn, though in serious need of a paint job, held that small town charm well. It held his favorite spot in the world. His father had always called it Clark's "Fortress of Solitude", but the loft in this barn truly held some magical power. It was always the one place to go to escape the world and any problems associated with it. It has always been kind of ironic because when you looked out the window it seemed as if you could see the whole world. So many good, strike that, amazing things had happened there, and not one bad thing. Him and Alli had spent so much of their time there that it had become evident. Alli had an entire section of this magical place. He could not wait to go up there and sit on the couch, which no doubt would have Al's jacket draped over it as it has been for the past week. He hoped, as silly as it sounds, that the familiar sight would help his mind straighten out the mystery he was now faced with.
They got out of car and Clark looked at his dad for the first time since the bridge. He had on a look of contempt but it was different from before. That is when it hit him; he could be read like a book. This only happened to those he was the closest with but his father must have noticed his silence and saw Clark's mind racking for an answer. After a very awkward moment of unwavering staring, his father finally spoke.
"You didn't jump in and save him did you."
Clark tried to answer the question but nothing came out. So his father continued.
"He really did hit you and you both fell off the bridge and you don't have a scratch on you."
Clark simply stood there searching his brain for an answer. He was about to answer when his father turned to him with a seemingly different expression.
"Clark, there is something I need to tell you. It's about your parents, your birth parents that is. They weren't really from around here."
"Where were they from?"
Clark's dad looked through the window and up to the sky that was by now filled with stars. His gaze stayed there as Clark spoke again.
"Are you seriously trying to tell me that my parents were from another planet? You have got to be kidding, and I guess you just stored my space ship in the attic then." Clark said this last part with a great amount of sarcasm in his voice.
His father's gaze turned back toward him with an unfamiliar look on the face that accompanied it.
"Actually," he started, "It's in the storm cellar."
Mr. Kent and Clark opened the cellar's door and walked down. The place was filled with stuff left for storage and it all seemed normal except for the middle of the room well something stood covered with an old tarp. He thought about and realized he had never really noticed it before.
The sight of the ship over loaded his mind. He ran into the barn and locked it up so he could deal with it all. He longed for Alli to just bust through the door and wrap her arms around his neck, like she always did when he was upset, but the barn stayed deathly quiet.